All Chapters of The Blind Heiress Returns: Wanted By My Ex's Mafia Uncle: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Alright,” Francis said, his tone softening. “But let’s not let Adam off the hook so easily.”Chloe chuckled softly, her mind still lingering on the warmth of Leo’s hand and the feeling of safety he had given her.They took a few steps and Francis paused. “You know what? We should probably get going,” he said gently, taking her hand and guiding her toward the exit. His voice, though steady, carried an edge of concern. “I know tonight was a lot.”Chloe nodded, gripping his arm lightly as her cane tapped beside her. “It was... more than I expected,” she admitted, her thoughts still partially on Leo and the unexpected connection she felt with him.As they reached the waiting car, Adam joined them, looking apologetic as he helped Chloe into the backseat. “I’m sorry I left you alone for so long,” Adam said, his tone genuinely remorseful. “I got held up, but I shouldn’t have left you by yourself.”Chloe smiled, shaking her head. “It’s alright, Adam. I wasn’t alone for long.” She didn’t elab

The next morning, sunlight gently filtered through the heavy curtains in Chloe's room, casting a soft warmth over her bed. She stirred, slowly waking up to the quiet stillness of the Westbrook mansion. Her mind was still clouded with the echoes of last night—Uncle Henry’s doubts, the hidden conversation she overheard, and the sting of being questioned by her own family.A soft knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts.“Chloe? Are you awake?” It was Adam’s calm and steady voice.“Yes, come in,” Chloe called out, sitting up and brushing her hair back from her face.The door creaked open, and she heard Adam’s familiar footsteps as he entered the room. He hesitated for a moment before speaking. “I wanted to let you know there’s a board meeting today. Francis and I think it’s important for you to attend as…” He paused briefly. “Well, we’ll be introducing you to the entire board.”Chloe's heart skipped a beat. A board meeting. It was no coincidence after last night’s conversation

“What is it?” Adam asked in a low voice filled with concern.Francis ended the call quickly and turned to face them. “It’s Mom and Dad. They’re at the Westbrook private airstrip.”“What do you mean they’re at the airstrip?” Adam asked in surprise. “Weren’t they supposed to be in Europe until next month?”Chloe felt her stomach tighten. She hadn’t expected her parents back so soon, and neither had Adam or Francis. The original plan was for them to return at the end of the month, but clearly, their parents had made other arrangements. Her nerves, already frayed from the board meeting, now buzzed with anticipation.Francis rubbed the back of his neck, still looking at his phone. “Yeah, well, leave it to them to do the unexpected. I guess they wrapped up business early.” His voice softened slightly. “They want to see us.”Chloe felt a lump form in her throat. Meeting her parents for the first time since reclaiming the Westbrook name was an overwhelming thought. She had no idea what they

“This is Officer Grant with the local police. I’m calling about an accident involving your family.”Chloe’s blood ran cold, her grip tightening around the phone. “An accident?” she whispered.“There’s been a serious car accident,” Officer Grant continued grimly. “Your brothers, Adam and Francis, along with your parents, have all been involved. They’re being rushed to City General Hospital.”Chloe’s mind went blank for a moment, the words not fully sinking in. “Are they... are they okay?” she managed to ask, her voice trembling.“I don’t have full details yet, but they’re alive. Emergency services are on-site, and they’re doing everything they can.”Chloe felt her knees weaken as she struggled to process the information. Her family. All of them. The world seemed to tilt around her, the room closing in as her breath quickened.“I… I n-need to... I need to get to the hospital,” Chloe’s voice shook as she spoke.“Of course, Ms. Westbrook,” Officer Grant said gently. “The hospital will hav

Someone had tried to kill her family.Chloe sat beside Francis’s bed long after he had fallen back into a fitful sleep, her hand still lightly resting on his. The rhythmic beeping of the machines monitoring his vitals was the only sound in the room, but her mind was far from quiet.Tampered brakes. The words echoed in her mind, growing louder and more sinister with each passing second. Someone had tried to hurt them. Maybe even kill them. It wasn’t just a freak accident. It was planned—targeted. But by whom? And why?She gently released Francis’s hand, her fingers trembling as she stood. Mrs. Warren was waiting outside, giving her space but close enough to be there if needed. Chloe leaned on her cane, the weight of the day’s events pressing down on her shoulders. As she stepped out of the room, Mrs. Warren approached with concern etched across her face.“How’s he doing?” she asked softly.Chloe shook her head, her voice weak. “He’s... stable, but in pain. They said he’ll need week